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What should she do she did not want any harm to come to Jareth she would rather die,the same principle apllied to all of her friends.But how dare he insult her kingdom that she loved.This would not be a pleasant encounter.Grabbing the letter she stormed out of her room torwards the garden.

It was probably not a smart idea to cross paths with Jeremy with out letting any one else know ,but she was so infuriated with him that,it did not cross her mind.Her shoes clicked on the stone pathway as she exited the castle.

From a distance she could see his siloute,with each step the smirk Jeremy was wearing became clearer.
"Prince Of Dragons,how dare you insult me and my kingdom"she had gotten used to calling it that for it was a part of her now so to speak.
With out letting him get a word in edge wise she continued"If you had any decent manners before they have disappeared,so much so that the goblins look like royalty."she said in anger.


"Those little smits royalty don't make me laugh they are as much royalty as your King is .How shall I say he is a shadow compared to you he is not worthy to have such company in his kingdom"he said his voice dispalyed anger and annoyance.

Sierra opened her mouth to speak before she could a loud roaring emmited from the sky.A black dragon soon circled closer to the ground before landing next to Jeremy whose smirk only widened.

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Name: Superbia

Nickname: Pride

Part four

Things I ask of my RP-ers
1. BE LITERATE: Please, minimal spelling, punctuation, grammar and capitalization errors.
2.PLEASE ONLY ORIGINAL CHARACTERS: No offense, but I don't like to RP with movie or book characters.
3.ONLY 1 OR 2 PEOPLE NEED APPLY: Any more, and I get confused!
4.FRIENDS OR ENEMIES WELCOME: Just don't take any offense to anything Cinch may say or do if you decide to make an enemy of him. These are his actions toward your character, not mine toward you. I won't take offense if you don't.

Thank you.
RP UNDER THE CUT
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Dear Sierra,

It would please me greatly if you would join me tonight at my castle.I assure you it will be an experience you will never forget.Be not fooled by the Goblin King's kindness,he only wants to make sure you'll stay close by,but only as a friend.What a shame it would be to spend all of your days in a castle with little vermons mucking about.Come to the dragon castle and you shall see the majesty and beauty a kingdom can possess.We shall dine and the dragons will be at our dispossal to ride,and of course dancing shall be the main event.I ask this of you kindly,but let us not forget your friends and the king you would not want anything to happen to them would you?Meet me in the garden at 8:00 tonight.



Sincerely.
Jeremy Prince of the Dragons.


"That insufferable ........."she sat down in her chair to reread the letter,but that only made her even more angry and anxious.

While playing in the forest yesterday, Shalaco found his doppleganger! (his exact copy)



Well, hello there. (Shalaco is in the front)



Shall we have some fun, then?



Let the antics begin!



There's so much wrong with this pic!



I believe I can fly . . . .



Dat ass . . .



Let the spellspamming begin!!



Ack!!! We're dopplegangers again!!!

Shalaco had so much fun playing with you!!! Thanks for a fabulous time!!

[=10]

In the half-light of the dying moon, you are being watched. Your high heels click on the cold pavement you walk upon; a mantra that tells you to go ever-faster as your skin begins to prickle. There it is, that forgotten instinct. You are being watched, and you know it. Isn't that the most frightening part of it all? You don't know where I am.

Quietly, you tell yourself that there is no-one there - and for all you know, there might not be! Perhaps your insecurity and fear is just kicking into overdrive, spurring your imagination onward. These thoughts run through your mind, too; I can see them, the little electrical currents that flash on and on and on through the brain. But then, predictably, you grow doubtful once more.

I make a deliberate noise; a subtle cough, carried by the wind and the stars. I see sweat on your brow as your clicking heels quicken again; I see your tongue flick out nervously over your lower lip; I see your eyes, so wide and perceptive, and a beautiful shade of terrified. Whyever do you wear that mask of false products and deceit? Your natural visage is much more appealing.

Sadly, that is the last thing on your mind. I move quickly; still watching, my eyes never leaving you. And not once but twice, you whip your head around and look straight back at me. But in your fright, you do not register my gaze, and turn back around, fast walk turning to a speedy trot. And then when my speed quickens, something snaps in you, and you flat-out run.

Your heels almost burn the pavement as you flee, handbag dangling dangerously at your side, hair falling from its neat bun and cascading down your shoulders. I, unlike you, do not need to watch where I am going. The stars are the ones that carry me; the wind is the one that guides me.

You don't even know how valuable your approach to Toya was today. The heart was heavy, but then found purpose.

It was nothing short of a great privilege to be blessed by your company, and to have the honour of ensuring your safety and comfort.

For it was you who brought comfort, and for that we are deeply grateful.

Be well. Sweet dreams.

-Toya (and me)